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In My Hood Lyrics

Artist: 50 Cent
Album: The Massacre

[Verse 1]Niggas screw they face up at meOn some real shit son, they don't want beefI cock that, aim that shit out the windowSpray, there ain't a shell that bend my heatYa'll niggas better lay down, yeah I mean stay downGet hit with a K round, ya ass ain't gon' make itYou niggas gon' get layed out in blood and ya brains outHave you on the concrete, shiverin' and shakin'I'm from Southside mothafucka, where the gats explodeIf you feel like you on fire, boy drop and rollniggas'll heat ya ass up cause they heart turns coldNow you can be a victim or you can lock and loadThe party jump, with shorty bouncin' that assI won't fuck, gimme a second, I'ma holla, I'ma see whats upI got my razor in my hand, got my pistol in my trunkCarve ya ass up nice, you play me like a punk

[Chorus]In my hoodniggas got love for me, but I don't go no where without my strapIn my hoodA lil dro', a lil hennessy, a nigga just don't know how to actIn my hoodniggas is grimey, I stay on point, I move with my gatIn my hoodniggas might buck at me, so I keep somethin' around to buck backIn my hood

[Verse 2]I don't trust a mothafuckin' soul when the D's come they foolOn my first case they told, where I'm from it ain't safeTo have more than a eighth, niggas'll come to your placePut a gun in your face, tell ya open the safeAs your heart starts to race cause a robbery could turn into a homo-caseCo-opperate or Doc will have to op-porate, niggas will pop at youRun the light, then pop at Jake, trust me son, niggas will go hard for that cakeThese thirsty niggas will lurk, then you'll have to catch 'em and murk 'emI'm observin' in my hood, these niggas be dumbin'Shots go off at the dice game, all you see is 'em runnin'They make it harder and harder to pump on the blockI'm a hustler, how the fuck I'm supposed to eat when its hot

[Chorus]In my hoodniggas got love for me, but I don't go no where without my strapIn my hoodA lil dro', a lil hennessy, a nigga just don't know how to actIn my hoodniggas is grimey, I stay on point, I move with my gatIn my hoodniggas might buck at me, so I keep somethin' around to buck backIn my hood

[Verse 3]That house party off the hook, until the shots go offWell thats what you get for stuntin' on my block show offUhh you shit out of luck if niggas catch you slippin'Crack money slow so you know niggas is trippin'Shorty down there, on the Queens track takin' a whippin'Shit, bitch get out a pocket, she needs some disciplinePeep the fiends, shootin' diesel in his arm in the alleyLook at the chrome spinners spinnin' on that black DeNalliThe grimey niggas where I'm from, they wanna see you chipped upYou shine, they gon' ?? and shoot your whip upIt ain't good to do good in my hood [Gunshot]You know not to do good now

[Chorus]In my hoodniggas got love for me, but I don't go no where without my strapIn my hoodA lil dro', a lil hennessy, a nigga just don't know how to actIn my hoodniggas is grimey, I stay on point, I move with my gatIn my hoodniggas might buck at me, so I keep somethin' around to buck back